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Ch. 15
There’s no way he could take the whole cock in his mouth. He’d never even touched another man’s cock before now, much less sucked one. 
As if reading his thoughts Frank said, “it’s okay boy. I know it’s big. Just take it slow. Focus on pleasing me.”
James had seen plenty of porn videos so he tried to replicate what he’d seen. With one hand he grabbed the base of Frank’s cock, and with the other he started to play with the big balls hanging in front of his face. His hand just barely fit around the girth of Frank’s cock where it was thickest near the base. 
James stuck out his tongue and began to lick the big piss slit at the end of Frank’s dick. Kissing the swollen head, and using his hand to stroke the rest of the shaft. 
Altogether Frank turned out to be a shower rather than a grower. Topping out at what James guessed was maybe 10 inches. But the icing on the cake was looking up at Frank while James licked his length. He still couldn’t see Franks face past those huge pecs, but by the way they were heaving, he knew he was doing something right. 
“Put that head in your mouth!” Frank commanded.  
James opened his mouth wide and surprised himself with fitting the whole head and a few inches in his mouth before he gagged. 
“Oh yeah. Keep stroking my cock while you suck it.” Frank continued. “But don’t forget to look up, I’ll give you a show up here too.” 
James was so overwhelmed, jerking Franks rock hard cock, playing with the head in his mouth with his tongue, and fondling Franks balls; all while looking up and seeing the monster put on a private posing routine for him in the shower. 
“Fuck boy!” Frank said suddenly pulling his cock out of James mouth with a *pop*. “You got me close. How’d you like to see how much cum this fat cock can pump out?” Frank said to James, with an almost evil look in his eye. 
James didn’t need to say yes, he barely shook his head; and he wasn’t sure he could even speak if he needed to, he was so beyond turned on right now he was acting in animal instinct. 
Frank sat down on the bench in the shower and patted his thigh, “came have a seat” he commanded. 
James walked over to the dripping wet behemoth and straddled his amazingly thick and hard thigh. He could feel the striations of the thigh muscles flexing against his ass as he sat on Franks lap.
Frank leaned back against the wall, reached around James, and started to jerk his cock. 
The flexing thigh beneath him, the hairy bouncing pecs against his back, surrounded on either side by this 29” biceps, Frank took his other huge paw and started to jerk James’ cock at the same time. 
Now James’ cock was average, 6.5” last time he measured. It seemed to match the rest of his body. But when gripped on the huge hand that belonged to Frank, it disappeared. 
“Damn boy. My muscles keep your little dick rock hard don’t they?” Frank purred in his ear. 
James whimpered in reply, “yes…”
Frank tightened his grip on James’s cock, “That’s, yes sir.”
“Oh fuck. Yes SIR!” James yelled as he came again into Franks hand. 
At the same time Frank bellowed out, “awe fuckkkkkk!” And began to shoot his load all over James and himself. Rope after rope of cum covered Frank’s bicep, some landed on his upper chest, most of it though got on James’s face and torso. 
“Shit…” Frank panted. “Told ya it had been a while since I came. Lemme see you boy”. With that he picked James up off his lap and turned him around. “Awe look at you. Covered in my cum.” Frank said. “Let me help you with that.” Still holding him from turning him around, Frank lifted James up and brought his torso to his face. He started to lick his cum off of James’s body. 
“Fuck…Sirrr… I can’t…” James couldn’t get a word in before Frank started licking a different part of his body. 
“Now. Your turn.” Frank said as he sat James back on his lap and looked down at the cum on his arm and chest. 
James happily obliged. Starting at Frank’s forearm he licked the salty spunk off the corded muscles that made up the lower arm. 
As he made his way up to the bicep Frank said, “here, let me” and flexed his big bicep in James’s face, and licked a huge glob of cum off of his own bicep. “Finish up.” Frank directed. 
James made his way over to Frank’s big heaving chest. He loved all muscles, but a huge chest was his biggest weakness. He started at the top of Franks chest, where it stuck out and inserted into his collarbone and traps, there was a little intention where the cum had pooled. Working his way down the carefully licked off each rope of cum that was on Frank’s big chest. 
Then he got to the nipple. Covered in a dark hair, still pointed to the floor under the heavy weight of Frank’s huge chest muscle, James couldn’t help himself. He flicked the nipple with his tongue; sensing no objection, he started to suck. 
“Careful boy, don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Frank said. 
“I’m sorry, I just got excited.” James quickly apologized. 
“It’s okay, but if you get me hard again, I never let a big boner go to waste. One load doesn’t satisfy a big guy like me. Just know what you’re starting.” Frank told him, gently. 
“We should finish showering, I can still help wash you off.” James offered. 
“Good idea bud.” Frank told him. 
 

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last part with Frank for now. Tomorrow dad comes home. 
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Ch. 17
After dinner Frank sat down on the couch and turned on some show on HBO. It didn’t really matter to James what was on tv, he knew he’d be watching Frank’s muscles the whole time anyway. 
“Come sit on my lap boy.” Frank said. That tone was back in his voice. James practically jumped across the room and onto Frank’s big hairy thigh. 
As they sat there, Frank watching TV and James watching Frank it took everything James had to control himself. 
“It’s okay.” Said Frank. “You can feel my muscles if you’d like.” 
That was all the invitation James needed. 
James began to feel up Franks thigh as he lay on it. Caressing up and down, Frank reflexively flexed and unflexed the muscle, turning it from hard as stone, to a handful of meat. 
Working his way up, he felt Frank’s abs. They weren’t a chiseled 8 pack, but it was hard as a rock and all 6 were visible, even though the thick layer of dark hair. James traced the lines in between the muscles. Once he got to the top his hand bumped against Frank’s pec. Frank, again, reflexively flexed his pec, causing it to bounce. James moaned. 
“Oh you like that boy? You like when I bounce these big pecs for you?” Frank said, continuing to bounce them again and again. Up and down. Hard to soft. Over and over. 
James reached up and began to worship the big slabs of meat on Frank’s chest. Then, he remembered how sensitive his nipples were. Without thinking, James moved forward and latched his mouth onto the big waiting nipple. 
“Awe. Fuck, boy.” Frank grunted. But James kept working one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers. “I warned you earlier. Now you’re going to pay!” Frank said playfully. Faster than a man his size should be able to move, he jumped up, turned around, and climbed on top of James, pinning him to the couch. Frank scooted forward and sat on James’s chest, using his thighs to keep James’s arms pinned to his side, James lay there completely helpless, and completely hard. 
“Awe shit yeah. Look at all this muscle on top of you.” Frank said. 
James looked up and saw Frank go into a most muscular pose. He had to of been holding himself up a bit, otherwise he’d crush the smaller man. 
Frank reached down and pulled the boxers down, exposing his once again hard cock. “You ready for dessert kid?” Frank said, scooting his fat cock head closer and closer to James’s lips. “Lick it” the big man instructed, and James did. As soon as his tongue touched the tip, Frank’s dick twitched and shot a load of precum into James’s face, coating his lips and cheeks. “Let me get that for you.” Frank said, and he slowly bent down and kicked the pre off of James’ cheek, and lips, ending in another heavy kiss. James felt his cock throbbing in his shorts, begging for air, ready to blow. Frank reached back and gripped his cock like a Vice again, “oh. Somebody’s hard…” Frank teased. In another quick motion Frank pulled James’s shorts off and James’s cock smacked against the top of Frank’s ass. 
“Tell me boy, you think you can handle fucking a real man’s ass?”

Ch. 18
James couldn’t believe it. Earlier today he wasn’t out to anyone and now he was about to fuck his dad’s best friend. Just the thought of it made James mad with lust. 
“No sir. I’ve never fucked anyone.” James told him. 
“Well. Let me teach you how.” Frank played, “first you’ve gotten get my ass ready.”
Frank, still on top of James, turned around a placed his massive ass right in front of James’s face. “Go ahead. Play with it. Lick it. Finger it. Do what you think you should do. I’ll tell you if it’s wrong….meanwhile.” Frank trailed off, bent over and swallowed James’s cock whole. 
James looked forward, and his entire worldview was just Frank’s ass. 
He set at it with a reckless abandon. Years of pent up homo urges just unleashed at this perfect bubble butt. After a few minutes of practically making out with with Frank’s hole, he leaned his head back. 
“Could you move so I can use my hands?” James asked. 
“I thought you’d never ask.” Frank replied taking James’s cock out of his mouth for a moment. 
Frank released James’s arms and James started to try and finger Frank’s hole. 
“That’s the tightest ass you’ll ever see boy, don’t be scared, use some force.” Frank directed him. And so he did. 
After a few minutes of trying to get two and three fingers into Frank’s ass, Frank said, “alright. I can’t take it any longer.” He stood up, bent over the couch, used his hands to pull his cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Presenting the worlds’ finest ass for him. 
James’s cock, slick with spit from Frank’s blowjob, lined up with Frank’s hole, and he put the head in. 
He almost passed out from pleasure. 
“Awe fuck yeah boy, good boy.” Frank encouraged him. “Don’t go easy, show me what you’re made of.” 
James was determined not to let Frank down. He mounted the giant man, and began to fuck him with all he had. 
“Fuck yeah, harder, really best that ass!” Frank yelled. 
“Fuck Frank! It’s so tight!” James said. 
“Wanna feel it get tighter?” Frank played, and with that he began to flex his huge glutes. 
“Shit. Frank, careful. Ah. It hurts.” James said, barely able to move his cock in Frank’s impossibly tight hole. 
“You may be fucking me but I’m still in charge.” Frank said, very matter of fact; James didn’t doubt it. He knew who was in charge. 
“Let me show you something else.” Frank said, standing up and James’s cock popping out of his ass. Frank turned around and laid down on the couch on his back. “You like my big titties right, fuck me so hard that you make mine bounce.” Frank said with a sexy grin. 
James straddled Franks ass again, Franks tree trunk thighs on either side of him, and sank his cock back into that tight warm hole. He pulled out almost all the way and pushed in with all his might, making Frank’s big pecs shake with the force. 
“Adda boy, keep that up and I’ll reward you!” Frank cheered. 
James continued on fucking Frank hard for about 5 minutes. “Frank, I’m going to cum, I can hold it anymore.” 
With that Frank wrapped his thighs around James and locked him in, James couldn’t pull out. Frank sat forward and pulled James down so his face was buried between the big man’s pecs, “come for me boy, breed my ass!” Frank commanded, and James blew a load deep into Frank’s ass. 
James collapsed on top of Frank, panting, completely spent. Frank relaxed his legs and James pulled out of Frank’s wet hole, cum dripping out as he did. 
“You did good for the first time bud.” Frank said, “but I still need to cum.” As he said it Frank got a devilish grin on his face. 
In his lust, James had forgotten about Frank’s cock. He made a note in his head to never do that again. 
“What can I do for you sir?” James asked in his sexiest, sluttiest voice. 
“Lay down on your back” Frank told him. 
James’s cock was still hard. Frank towered over him and began to lower himself down onto the young studs member. The tight hole perfectly lubed up with his load, it slid right in. 
James watched as this easily 370 pound man expertly road his cock while jacking his own fat cock. 
“Fuck I’m getting close, squeeze my pecs, play with my nips!” Frank yelled. 
James bucked his hips, grabbed hold of Franks flexed pecs, tugging on his nipples and holding on for dead life as the big man bounced on his little dick. 
“Fuck. I’m cumminggggg!” Frank choked out, and he began to cover James in a load even bigger than his last. Volleys of cum just kept coming, covering James while he lay under Frank. 
After his cumshot slowed down, Frank relaxed back into the couch. 
“I think we may need another shower before we head to bed.” Frank suggested. 
“I think you’re right.” Replied James. 

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Ch. 19
James woke up the next morning in his childhood bed, wrapped in Franks huge arms, his morning wood poking James in the back, but he was still asleep. 
James rolled over and grabbed his phone, he had a message from his dad, ‘Hey son. Things went better than expected with my client. I’m going to catch the first flight out and I’ll be home later this afternoon, I can’t wait to get our summer started! Love you, I’ll text you when I land.’
“SHIT!” James exclaimed, rousing the gentle giant wrapped around his back. 
“What’s up little guy?” Frank asked groggily, still not fully awake. 
“Dad’s flying back today. He will be home this afternoon!” James said. 
“Relax, what’s wrong?” Frank asked. Clearly not grasping the situation. But what was the situation? 
“The couch is covered in our loads from last night. How are we going to clean it in time?” James was exasperated. 
“It’s all okay. I took care of it last night after you went to bed. Everything is how your dad left it. I think I’m going to go workout real quick and I’ll sneak in out so you have time to get ready to see your daddy.” Frank said. 
James sighed, “thanks Frank. Last night was…”
“I know, I’m glad you’re getting comfortable with who you really are.” Frank told him with a wink. 
James’s phone vibrated, it was a group message with some friends he had in highschool, ‘James! We saw your location, since you’re back in town how’d you like to get some lunch with us today?’ 
As James saw it he had a few options. Stay here home alone the whole day and wait anxiously for his dad to get home, or go do anything else. 
James replied, ‘I’d love to. Let me know where and I’ll see you in a few!’ 
James got out of bed and headed to the shower, and Frank went to workout, still in only his dad’s loose briefs. What was he going to wear home? 
James walked downstairs after his shower and saw Frank leaving the basement, but sadly he’d found some clothes that fit him. They must’ve been his dads because just like the briefs they hung off his body hiding his frame. 
“Have a great time with your daddy tonight.” Frank told him with a grin. “If you ever wanna help me workout again I always need a spotter.” And with that Frank left. 
James went out to lunch with his friends. It’s was uneventful. He didn’t feel like coming out to them today, he couldn’t share the incredible sex he’d had last night, all he could think about was his dad coming home that afternoon. After a couple hours he got a text from his dad, ‘I just landed, grabbing my luggage and a taxi. I’ll be home soon, see you then, love you!” James froze. “Hey guys, sorry I have to run, my dad’s almost back home. I’ll be home all summer, we should hang out again soon.”
James hopped in his car and sped home. 
Getting home he decided to try and appear as comfortable and casual as possible for when his dad got home. He sat down on the couch, which Frank was right, he had cleaned it very well while he slept. Turning on the tv he could hardly focus, full of anticipation for his dad getting home. 
Not too long after, he heard a car pull up out front and the sound of a heavy door shutting. He ran to the door and saw his dad working his way up the driveway, he was wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt, a classic airport outfit. Hiding what had to be a massive frame from all the evidence James had noticed around the house and from their brief encounter the day before. 
As his dad approached the door James opened it for him, and the smile on his dad’s face melted his heart. He dropped his bags and picked James up in a hug. Literally lifting him off the ground and pulling him in tight. Even though James couldn’t see the muscles, he could feel them in the hug. 
“Careful dad.” James mumbled into the beasts sweatshirt. 
“Awe. I’m sorry son.” John said as he put the smaller man back down. “I’m just so happy to see you!” 
“How was your flight back dad?” 
“A little tight, but everything tight for me nowadays.” John chuckled. “Have you had lunch yet?”
“I actually just got back from lunch with my friends from highschool.” James replied. 
“I’m glad you’re already out and about back home. Tell you what. I’m going to head upstairs and shower, after we can sit down and have a proper talk.” John picked his bags up and headed upstairs. 
A proper talk? He’s never had one of those with his dad. His dad had changed in so many positive ways. But James was eaten up with anxiety about what his dad could want to talk about. 
Sitting in the couch waiting he could hear his dads heavy footsteps upstairs. Then he could hear his dad descending the stairs. James could swear the house was shaking, how much weight had his dad put on? 
James turned around to see his dad come down the stairs and he couldn’t believe what he saw. 
His dad was wearing what looked like an old college shirt, it was the right length, but there were tears around the bicep where the shirt had given out long ago, and his dads chest stuck out so far the shirt was maybe a foot away from touching his stomach. Going down his dad was also wearing a pair of gym shorts. From the front he could see they must be a few sizes too big, they fit loose around his thighs, but he had no idea what size shorts could fit loose over those monster quads. 
Remembering the discarded stretched underwear he tried to assess what his dad was packing, but he was keeping it well concealed. 
He must’ve been staring for too long like he’d done to Frank yesterday, he needed to work on that too. 
“What’s up son?” His dad asked. “Daddy’s a bit bigger than he was when you left.” His dad said and laughed. It was a deep booming laugh that shook James deep inside. 
“Uh. Yeah dad. Frank was telling me yesterday about your alls workouts, seems like it was good for both of you.”
“It was really healthy for both of us.” His dad said. 
John walked over to the living room and sat down in a recliner. The poor chair groaned and freaked in protest of the weigh placed on it. James noticed when he sat down his dad was wearing compression shorts under the gym shorts, that must be to hide his bulge. “So Frank told you about our time in the gym?” His dad asked. 
“He said you helped him get into shape, really coached him, and you guys would compete in stats.” James confessed. 
“Well. It wasn’t much of a competition, but Frank gave it a good shot.” His dad said, it sounded like something cocky, but his dad genuinely seemed to be happy about Frank’s progress. “Did you workout with Frank yesterday?” His dad asked. 
“Oh I spotted him on the bench and stuff, but that’s it.” James said. 
“That’s good. If you’d like I can help you get into shape this summer too.” John offered. 
“That’d be great dad!” James said, excited about the prospect of working out with his dad. 
“How’d you like to start right now? I haven’t gotten to workout since yesterday morning and I’m starting to feel it. Go change into something other than jeans and meet me downstairs.”
James ran upstairs. Willing his cock to not get hard picturing his dads muscles. Not pumped up and covered he looked massive, James couldn’t wait to see what his dad could do in the gym. After seeing Frank’s feat of strength yesterday, he was ready, or so he thought. 
He put on some different clothes and headed downstairs. As he opened the basement door he heard heavy metal clanking already. He walked down the stairs and rounded the corner and froze. 
Where Frank had used the 610 pounds to max out, his dad seemed to be using it to warm up. James stood and watched as his dad pumped the weight up and down like it weighed nothing. 
He saw the shirt his dad was wearing bunching up and being crushed between the deep valley between his huge pecs. He saw his dads biceps, and if the sleeves weren’t torn already they were sure to be now. After about 20 reps his dad racked the bar and sat up. 
“What’s wrong son, you look like you just saw a ghost?” His dad asked. 
“That’s what Frank used to max yesterday. Was that your warm-up.” 
John chuckled a bit, “haha yeah I guess. I was going to workout arms today but my chest was begging to get a pump in too.” As he said it John bounced his pecs under his shirt, lifting the shirt so much it exposed the hair at the bottom of his stomach. “I saw that Frank got some new measurements yesterday?” His dad inquired. 
“Uh. Yeah. He asked me to help him with it.” How did his dad know that? 
“He wrote it down in our book back there, so we can keep track. It’s been a while since either of us have done it though.” John paused, “would you help me take mine too, can’t have Frank out doin me.” 
James remembered taking Frank’s measurements yesterday. His pumped bicep in his face, leaning in to his chest. “Of course dad!” James said. 
“Good. Looks like I’ll need to pump up all my muscles then.” And with that it seemed like John entered another world. 
He walked over to a machine for bicep curls. “Come here son, if you’re going to workout with me I’ll go ahead and show you proper form for all the weights in here.” 
James walked over to his dad. John set the weight at the maximum amount, because why wouldn’t he. “I’ll be honest son. I outgrew this gym a while ago. I’ll show you were I actually lift later on, but this will do for just getting in a quick workout.”
John sat on the machine, grabbed the bar and slowly started to curl up, “notice when I do this I keep my elbows planted in the same spot. When you release and go down make sure you go all the way down, really stretch the muscle, and then you bring it back up, bring it back at far as you can.” John demonstrated as he said this, but James noticed the size of his bicep was too big for the man to bring it all the way back. John continued doing the slow methodical movements, getting every bit of blood he could to pump into the biceps. 
“When I bring this up this time son, feel the separation on the head of the bicep. That’s what we’re going for here.” Did his dad really just ask him to feel his bicep? “Don’t worry, it’s okay, you need to learn.” His dad coaxed. 
James reached out and felt the bicep. Trying to focus on the separation of the muscle, but mostly focusing on not getting rock hard in his gym shorts. 
As John continued to pump the bicep curl James heard a little rip, he looked down and saw the shirt begin to give way around the sleeve. 
“Fuck….yeah….just… a few….more.” John grunted and then dropped the weight, slowly and controlled. “Phew. Already working up a sweat. What’s next, let’s see…”. 
John then walked over to the leg press machine. 
He settled into the machine, already loaded down with weight, and began to pump out a set. James watched as his dad’s quads pumped with blood and swelled. The loose fitting shorts got tighter and tighter around his thighs as he kept pushing the heavy weights. They kept fitting better and better until James could make out the separate thigh muscles through the fabric of the shorts. 
James lost focus and his eyes drifted to the growing bulge in between his dads big thighs. As John’s quads swelled it pushed the bulge further forward, making it more and more prominent. James couldn’t make out any details other than it looked like his dad had a grapefruit shoved in the front of his shorts. 
“Shittttttt!” John grunted, having pushed to failure. He stood up, “look at that juicy pump, damn, time to get the back of these legs.” And he waddled over to the squat rack. 
Loading up the rack with the weights left in the gym not already on the bench press James tried to add up how much weight his dad had put on there. 
Turning around John said, “it should be 900lbs,, I saw you trying to count it all.” And with that he positioned himself under the bar. “You spotted Frank on the bench press, did you spot him on a squat too?”
“No. Just the bench.” James told him. 
“Well let me show you how to spot someone on a squat.” John said as he walked forward to the rack. “Alright son. I’m going to get under this bar, and you’re just going to stand behind me.” 
James stumbled forward, and stood behind his massive dad. 
“Alright, now, put your arms between my arms and my side.” John instructed James, but James was having trouble finding out what to do. “Here. Let me show you.” His dad said. As he said it he grabbed James’s wrist and guided his left hand into position. James could feel the warmth coming off of his dad’s body. Standing so close behind him was like standing next to a heater. 
“Now. As I squat down, you squat down with me. Ready?” As John asked he lifted the bar onto his shoulders, stepped back getting within inches of James, and began to squat down. 
James noticed that even though his arms were just at his dad’s sides, they were stretched out wide. As he moved up and down with his dad he began to take in the immense size of the man in front of him. He made Frank look like some little wimp. 
*RIIIIIIP*
James snapped back to attention and John racked the bar quickly. “Shit!” John said turning around. “Sorry son, I thought these would be baggy enough to not rip.” His dad looked apologetic. “I don’t have any bigger here right now…but I guess that means that I got a nice pump.” John looked down and seemed to survey his body. “You ready to help me measure?” John asked. 
“Absolutely.” James replied, trying not to sound too excited even though he was so excited to feel his fathers muscles he could hardly stand it. 
“I guess to do that I’ll need to take this shirt off…” John said contemplating, “wanna see something cooler than my shirts ripping?” 
“Sure dad.” James said. 
John walked over to the leg press and began to take off weights, even the way he did that exuded strength, taking them off with one hand, and holding them like dinner plates in his other huge hand. After he’d taken off enough to have 5 in each hand James focused on the fact that his dad was casually carrying 270 pounds of weight on each hand, effortlessly. He swooned at the power he was witnessing. 
John walked over to the bench press bar and started to load on the 45’s to each side. James didn’t bother to count, it didn’t matter to him, he knew his dad was about to casually break a world record just to show him something cool. The poor bench press bar arched and curved more and more until it looked like some silly cartoon. 
“Alright son, come over here.” John instructed him as he laid down on the bench. “Stand down there by my feet, just make sure you have a good view of my chest and lats.” 
If Frank made the bench look small by how much he hung off, it was laughable how much of his dad’s body was hanging off if each side. John positioned his arms on the bar, as he placed his grip wider and wider on the bar, his lats flaired and stretched the shirt. Reaching up to the bar had caused his dads shirt to ride up his stomach, showing the bottom of his dad’s hairy Adonis belt. James looked up towards his fathers face, but it was blocked by his monstrous chest, rising up like two mountains. James wasn’t even sure how much the bench would do, his dad’s chest and back were so thick that it was practically as high up as the bar. 
“You ready? Can you see my chest and lats both?” John asked. 
“I can.” James answered tentatively, not entirely sure what he was about to witness. 
His big dad lifted the bar off the rack and raised it with his arms extended. Then he began to slowly lower it down. When the bar made it to his chest his dad spoke. “Come here James. This will be a good lesson on good bench press form.” James walked up to the side of the bench.
“Notice how when I’m lifting up and down, I’m really using and stretching that muscle on the top and side of my chest. Put your hand on it and see if you can feel it working as I go up and down.”
James couldn’t believe it. He was going to get to touch his dads chest while he worked it out. 
He placed his hand on his dads shirt and felt the muscle fibers of his dads thick side chest. 
As James held his hand there, his dad began to pump the bar faster, up and down, up and down. James tried to count but with how fast his dad was going, the feeling of the muscle fibers working under his hand, and trying not to cum in his shorts, he lost count. But the sound of his dads shirt giving way took all of his attention. 
James stepped back startled by the sound. 
John kept going. With each rep up and down his chest seemed to expand, tearing the fabric just a little more. John racked the weight with a loud clang, “FUCK YEAH!” He said, sitting up quickly and doing a most muscular pose. That did the shirt in. It shredded across his back, tore along the sleeve by his biceps, blew out on the side where his chest bulged out, and up by this neck where his upper chest split the XXXXL shirt down the middle. 
John stood up and with one hand grabbed the tattered shirt and ripped it clean off in one smooth motion. With the other hand he grabbed his already ripped shirts and tore them off as well. Tossing both in a heap at James’s feet. 
James almost passed out. His vision tunnled. He was light headed. His legs were jelly. 
Standing in front of him, his dad had noticeably swollen. Every muscle in his body heaved with exertion and power. 
“I’m so sorry son. I just get a little worked up when I hulk out of clothes.” John laughed. His chest rising and falling as he did. 
“It’s okay dad, it was pretty cool.” James wanted to reassure his dad that what he’d just done was in fact one of the coolest things he’d ever seen. At the same time. It was taking every bit of his will power to not notice the exposed bulge in his dad’s compression shorts. What had looked like a grapefruit before how looked like his dad had a full ass cantaloupe in there. Still not showing any details though, his dad was hiding it well. 
“I’m sorry. I need to go upstairs and change. I’m just in my underwear now.” John said. 
“Wait dad…” James started, “shouldn’t we at least measure first?” 
“Me being in my underwear doesn’t bother you?” John asked. 
“We’re both guys. We should measure before you lose that big pump you got.” James was letting his lust take over, he was growing bold. 
John considered for a moment, “alright. You’re right. I don’t want Frank to forget who’s top dog in this gym. But as soon as we’re done I need to go put some pants on.” 
“Deal, dad.” James said grabbing the tape measure from the shelf. 

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